The aura of demon killing, permeating!

Tsing Yi, black robe. Amu and Murong Huang looked at each other from afar.

The power of both of them is rising incessantly. Murong Huang, surrounded by hundreds of feet, black fog rolling. Amu, surrounded by hundreds of zhang, is green and floating.

One is bewitching, the other is handsome. One is a demon, and the other is an immortal. That's two people, two worlds, two faiths! All the monks are watching this battle.

Finally, Murong Huang slowly raised his arm and took the lead.

At first glance, it was an ancient magic seal, which was already an extinct spell of Shura. Murong Huang, his long hair flew wildly, and the power of the almost original immortal suddenly dispersed.

In the void, the word "demon" is in the sky. And around, there is a whirlpool of demonic energy, directly covering Amu.

This type of spell is endlessly powerful, enough to crush ordinary immortal cultivators. However, Murong Huang came at his fingertips and rose at will. The control of the seal recipe is almost to the extreme.

"Ancient Demon Seal!" Amu's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Because, that is exactly a kind of demon secret technique in the Desolate Demon Sutra that Amu got from the demon coffin.

"Break!" Amu snorted softly, and then also sacrificed a magic trick.

The green mangs are like the sea, rolling up the sky, that is a sea immortal art. The ninefold dà perfection of the heavenly immortals does not lose the power of Murong Huang. Canghai Immortal Technique vs. Ancient Magic Seal, that is a classic duel!

If you only talk about the realm, today's Murong Huang naturally presses Amu on the first line. However, when this type of spell was attacked, Murong Huang had an absolute disadvantage.

Because, the magic trick used by Murong Huang, Amu is completely proficient. Amu used the Canghai Immortal Technique. Just break it.

Two immortal powers, the void collided, and the black light and blue light suddenly dispersed.

But. There was no earth-shattering loud noise. Because, all the black whirlpools were melted by the cyan waves, like mud cows entering the sea, silent.

In the void, the waves ripple, ups and downs. Like a dream. It's like an ocean of immortals.

"Huh?" A spell that could crush the heavenly immortals was dissolved by Amu Qingyi, and Murong Huang couldn't help frowning slightly. But. With Murong Huang's wisdom, he naturally knew a word in an instant.

It was once considered to be an eternal demon body, and it was able to control the demon coffin, a demonic spell. Feel free. That's the former Amu.

Descendants of the Demon Lang. Controllable demon coffin, how can you have nothing to do with the devil?

"I almost forgot, you used to be a demon cultivator too!Moreover, you also have the demon inheritance in the demon coffin!" Murong Huang's face was calm, and his tone was calm.

"Of course!" Amu sneered slightly, "Most of the magic techniques, for me, are small insect carving techniques! Easy as pie. ”

"Demons, the unyielding man of heaven and earth! The Devil's Path, the Road to Heaven of 30,000 Great Roads. Demon cultivation, do not go against the heart of the blood to cultivate. Immortals block and kill immortals, Buddhas block and destroy Buddhas, only my demon way, and eternity is the only one. ”

The green shirt was drumming, and Amu recited the general outline of the ancient "Desolate Soul Sutra".

Goodbye, the black gold is Zhanzhan, flying directly out of Amu's mind, like a dragon looping. It was an ancient magic text that Amu hadn't used for a long time.

At the same time, the green mang on Amu's body gradually turned into a black mang almost the same as Murong Huang, and the temperament of the whole person also changed.

"If I want to be a demon, I am a demon, and if I want to be an immortal, I am an immortal! The magic words that were like a bucket instantly turned into black smoke.

"Town!" In the black smoke, a hideous demon shadow, with a murderous aura, fell directly, directly pressing Murong Huang.

Murong Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils were full of black light.

"Amu, you deserve to be called a demon stealer!, however, what belongs to me, today, you have to pay me back!" As he spoke, he saw Murong Huang's hands in the void, whirling and dancing.

The road is black, criss-crossed. It turned out to be a kind of demon magic seal that Amu had never seen before.

"Demon Seal, Wheel of Life!" Murong Huang snorted.

In the void, those demonic qi, with the swaying of Murong Huang, instantly turned into Dao Dao Wheels, running endlessly. At that moment, it was like an endless water vortex, and like thousands of roulette wheels, hanging high in the sky.

A whirlpool is a world. A roulette wheel is a magic face. Vortex turbines, magic said. Murong Huang, with an evil smile, said slowly:

"All silence should be in the wheel of life. Scatter!"

Looking at it again, the water vortex demon's face suddenly had a weird smile, it was the smile of a real demon. The whole night sky is full of demon faces.

Extinguish the wheel of life, and the demon seal duel. Amu's demon shadow dissipated directly in the endless demon's smile. This time, it was Murong Huang who won.

Amu frowned, he knew that Murong Huang must still have a demon inheritance, and that inheritance seemed to be still on top of his Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra.

"Within the Three Realms, only me and Xiao Luo are the true demons!

The demonic qi that dissolved Amu's silent demon shadow instantly converged and turned into a huge roulette wheel, flying directly towards Amu.

"Hmph!" Amu smiled coldly. Perhaps, Murong Huang can break Amu's magic seal, but if he wants to use such a magic seal to kill Amu, it is a fool's dream.

Because, above Amu's head, there is also a magic coffin.

The mutual temptation of Amu and Murong Huang was basically completed. Amu, naturally, doesn't want to delay too much. The ghost coffin hangs in the sky, and the magic continent moves. I don't know how many Shura powers there are left, and they will appear at any time.

As soon as his mind moved, the magic coffin above Amu's head shook violently. The demon coffin was shocked, and all the monks were nervous.

Nine coffins get one, but the town of three realms. That's not a lie, it's a real existence. Those who once sat on the Nine Coffins, that one was not the Venerable of the Three Realms of Might?

Although the current magic coffin is incomplete, its power is still not to be underestimated. The ninefold dà perfection of the heavenly immortals, and the level of Amu's control of the demon coffin is even more unprecedented.

"Extinguish!" Amu snorted.

The coffin moved, rushing straight up.

Boom -

The Demon Wheel of Life sacrificed by Murong Huang dispersed at the touch of a button, without the slightest power of resistance. Even if it is an ancient magic seal, it is vulnerable in front of the demon coffin.

Unless you have a magic weapon at the level of the Nine Coffins, or a transcendent cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to compete with the Demon Coffin.

Within the Three Realms, for countless thousands of years, it is estimated that there is only one Canghai Magu!

However, Murong Huang is different from others. Because, he is a demon body, or perhaps more accurately, he is an illusory demon body. However, no matter which one he is, he is much more special than ordinary people for the magic coffin.

As soon as the demon coffin moved, a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed in Murong Huang's empty eyes.

It seems that he has been waiting for this moment.

For him, it is even more desirable than a human coffin. Because, the demon coffin should have been prepared for demons.

If it weren't for Amu's birth, then a qiē would have its own trajectory. However, the appearance of Amu disturbed the cause and effect of the Three Realms and turned the wheel of cause and effect.

Disperse the Demon Life Wheel, and the Demon Coffin is naturally undiminished, heading straight for Murong Huang. At that moment, a touch of sadness suddenly flashed in Murong Huang's eyes.

The demon coffin suppresses the demon body, how sad?

However, the sorrow was fleeting. Because, the red vortex at the center of Murong Huang's eyebrows turned again. To deal with the demon coffin, how could Murong Huang not be prepared?

In fact, everyone can't see through it.

If someone could penetrate Murong Huang's red whirlpool, then they would definitely see that on the other side of the whirlpool, there was another black whirlpool.

In Immortal Town, a man who was exactly the same as Murong Huang was dressed in white and stood upright. It was naturally gloomy, but he was as if he had lost his mind, and he didn't move.

The plum blossom elf on his side had a sad face.

The magic coffin is in the sky, and the coercion is endless.

However, that coercion didn't seem to have much effect on Murong Huang. Murong Huang hunted in black shirts, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and formed a magic seal.

Goodbye, in the red swirl of his eyebrows, seven pages of ancient scrolls flew out directly.

"The Remnant of the Heavens!" Amu Yi frowned.

It was exactly the same as the ancient scroll that Xiao fell in the hell of the Netherworld Mountain back then. Sure enough, goodbye to those seven pages of ancient scrolls, accompanied by seven black rays, instantly turned into seven strange magic texts.

Murong Huang, the seal method in his hand changed, and in his eyes, two magic lights also shot out, falling on the demon coffin.

"Leave hatred and collect the coffin!" Of all the monks who watched the battle, only the sick boy could know this trick and know its name. The rest don't even know about the Blue Devil, the Painted Soul, and the Immortal.

The sea desolation and the hell, Xiao Luo once used this trick to almost take back the demon coffin. Although Amu didn't know its name, he naturally remembered it.

"Demon coffin!

The seven magic texts, just like the beginning, fell on the demon coffin like a heavy hammer. Seven black rays, like snakes entangled.

Knock knock knock -

The earthquake sounded, and the Three Realms reverberate.

History, striking similar! It's just that this time it's not Xiao Luo, it's Murong Huang.

"Do you want that magical dagger again?" Amu felt a stir in his heart.

And at this moment, Murong Huang's eyebrows suddenly released a black brilliance. The vicissitudes of eternity were instantly dispersed.

Buzz - boom -

The coffin moved, this time it didn't get smaller, but trembled. And that black brilliance turned out to be the last piece of coffin remnants.

The power of resonance involves the magic coffin!

"Demon coffin! Return!" Murong Huang, his long hair flying, looking up to the sky and roaring. (To be continued......)